Like The Woman With The Issue of Blood

In early June of this year, I had the strangest dream I've had in a while. It happened during a time which I had been actively praying for my health and fertility. Perhaps you’re new to my blog and don’t know that I’ve struggled throughout my marriage, getting pregnant is the easy part but staying pregnant long enough to reach a safe and viable gestational age is the difficulty. All of my pregnancies after my firstborn, have suddenly run into dire issues after 20-30 weeks. This has caused my husband and I great heartache, grief, and anxiety to the point where we both decided to take surgical measures against any future pregnancies after traumatically losing a baby for the second time.

Five years later, I have found myself praying and finding glimmers of hope in possibly trying to conceive again. My OB gave us an auth for a pre-conception consult with a Maternal Fetal Specialist. All the while, I had been praying and asking the Lord to reveal his will for our fertility journey.

Had we decidedly reached the end of our fertility journey? Had we any reason to hope? Had we fulfilled the mitzah to be fruitful and multiply or was their more fruit to be blessed with? But there was only silence from the Lord until...